Say I don’t mind
What U do 2 me
If U waste my time
Then it’s meant 2 be
I called your number (Yes I did)
Like U told me 2

CHORUS:
Like a puppet on a string
I’m go’n dance and I’m go’n sing
I will do most anything
If U promise me da bang, bang, bang!

Don’t wanna lie
I just wanna do it
But some other guy (Baby)
Has beat me 2 it
If U’re in love (Well)
We’re 2 of a kind (Yes we are)
What good is your body, baby
Without your mind (Not much)

CHORUS

Hit me, niggas!

So here’s the story
I’m here 4 U
Without the boring
Without the cool
When U try 2 fake it (Baby)
And U wanna get through (U know what I’m talkin’ about)

CHORUS

Bang, bang, bang!
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[Q-Tip]
Question
What is it that everybody has
And some pirates and theives try to take

[Chorus]
Da Booty (and if you is a crook than you takin’ it)
Da Booty (and if you got money you shakin’ it)
Da Booty (come on everybody that’s here, that’s word
to Phife Dawg and my man Shaheed)

[Q-Tip]
I give my promise to all y’all to keep my shit hittin’
Half of y’all claim dog but now a light kitten
Flippin’ on brothers just like Mary Lou Retton
Get off that ass and see what I’m settin’
Born with this inside, you just can’t get it
This is the lethal pop and you have no weapon
Who is the native brother who keep asses steppin’
make deep impressions and constantly be reppin’

[Phife]
When I was young I’d stretch gouch yo
Now I’m on Letterman, on the couch yo
the black thing with knives is called the back do’
can’t we be cool instead of being foul though
Ghetto child dreams of fast cars and fast dollars
Impressions of live sometimes makes ya holler
Scream all that devil shit and talk like a scholar
You dumb as a doorknob, and why do you bother

[Q-Tip]
Phife Dawg puttin’ the bite back in yours
Top dog, puttin’ it up, flick his balls
MC from now til I get a frown
Shake that ass girl because you world renowned
Wake up, look at the sun, see the sights
Bull duke, you’ve got to die for your rights
MC’s, y’all got to work for the mic
Zombies, do it from dusk to the night

[Chorus]

[Q-Tip]
Rock to the beat, yo it’s never the same
Good girls usually got good game
Hot cats tearin’ that ass out the frills
Block ass, you had no skills, that’s the reals
Make this money without the friction
Take this honey, there goes your diction
Rappers better retreat, fix your joints
My whole crew got bumps on they points

[Phife]
Rumors being spread ’bout me and my click
We can’t rock shows and our rhymes ain’t shhh
Might not’ve heard it, or maybe you have
Between me and you, they can kiss my ass
Used to get angry, used to get quite vexed
But say what you may, just cash my check
‘Cause all I’m ever guilty of is going on tour
Doing shows galore, and bringin’ it raw

[Chorus]
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That’s that bullshit
Ic-Don motherfucker
Da bullshit
Funk Doc motherfucker
Push whips motherfucker
Na, na chill out who got the weed in this motherfucker yo?
Brick City, Jersey, I got the weed homie…
Na, na, na chill, chill, chill, na, na chill nigga, where the weed at?
It’s Da bullshit, bullshit
PPP nigga
Yo where the weed at fellas? What you lightin?

[Redman]
Yo, yo, you motherfuckers gon’ learn
When it come to this shit, I aint about takin turns
Cuz Doc’s in the place
The cold nigga, I’m too late to thaw
Doc unfold niggas til they ribs is raw
Whether you up the ball or ride the bitch
My pens write with a vengeance and Viagra in
Stay hard like the biceps when it’s stacked
I’m gritty, I wouldn’t love in a tennis match
I don’t like to sign autographs half the time
I scribble my name and draw a jackass design
Calvin Kleins spalled on the floor
You just got, dogged on the tour, so, send some new whores HO
I got a food table to warm, a new neighbor to warn
And people at the label I’m on
Crunch time, what you think the forty-four is for
When I grub I want the whole smorgasboard
Gotta clean my act up and, get my thoughts straight
Stop smashin the five and appear in the court dates
I won’t ride the bike unless it’s C B R
Wit no tricks but a bitch it’ll be on next
I’m still wheel handlin, you die in a ambulance
Block prime scramblin, glock nine handlin
Duckin the flows of mind travelin
You heard it before, you aint Sunshine Anderson
Got a bomb plantin and I’m ready fo’ mo’
Bitches gettin in my party givin head at the do’
All my niggas and my shorty’s and get high in the audience
I carry a gaudy gun, you’ll die in the audience

HOOK:
That’s the bullshit, the bullshit [We are that bullshit]
We walk up in the club we on the bullshit
That’s the bullshit, the bullshit [We are that bullshit]
Fondlin your bitch ass off the bullshit
That’s the bullshit, the bullshit [We are that bullshit]
Brick City, Brook-non off the bullshit
That’s the bullshit, that’s the bullshit [We are that bullshit]
That’s the- nah, nah, nah, nah, chill nigga, that’s the bullshit

[Redman]
Yo, I put the pressure on a man without a gun in my hand
His limpin lenny turn around and then I pump from the pants
One nine in each arm, I get hot as I squeeze from it
Now he’s a cheap ornament, died in a street tournament
Peep the clues, not deep wit dudes
My Benz don’t carry shoes cuz I’m cheap as Jews
But I let off this cannon bet your fleet would move
After that I tell you and what the beat to do
Fuck the Visine, duck when I lean out the window
Wit a shottie wit me and myself and Irene and my team
Fuck your mainstream dry off feet
I’m explosive as Simon in Die Hard 3
Now you wavin six flags like you at GA
Cuz my gun on standby like a flight delay
Sprayin water on all those whoever’s hot
Take they mic, take they jewels, then them Bezell, Doc…

[Icarus]
Stop Ic-Don, get gone, nigga I’m here
Sippin a beer, 5th with the clip in the rear
That’ll lift him off his feet, make him flip in the air
I pull big guns out, like I’m hittin a deer
You don’t really know when trouble come
When you open your door and somebody in yo house chewin bubble gum
With double guns, cocked in each hand
Nigga you about to be buried in beach sand
I don’t care if you broke or not
I don’t care if you sell weed, dope, coke or not
Nigga I still smoke the glock
Give your face polka dots, y’all better hope I stop
Man doom, I kidnap a classroom
Hide ’em in the left wing of my bathroom
Do you think you could survive all that we bring ya
Bullets, comin at ya just as long as your finger
And every, morning I linger on the corner just drinkin
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Verse One: Big Boi

Yea..
Somebody hit me the other day for a rendezvous
Was it the bitch that fucked the Goodie and the Dungeon Crew
Let’s say her name was Suzy Skrew cause she SCREWED a lot
Makin a nigga hit that chonk at legitimate spots
Not no parks backseats or things of that nature
Had to hate ya playa I’m dickin the hoe down never said I paid her
Straight laid her, slayed the bitch like Darth Daver, made her
From College Park and Fayette, all the way down to Decatur
Like Jada, her wig was sharp and sporty, that was shorty
Safe as a snake on eggs in a Beamer eight-hundred-forty
It’s foggy, I went to the crib to call her but she lost me
My baby mamma beeped seven o’clock it’s gonna cost me
but I still wanna cut her though, maybe she had to work
I caught her in the mall, wearin a real tight skirt
She was, fine as FUCK, I wanted to sex the hoe up
She said, “Let’s hit the parking lot so I can sick your duck”
I said, “Cool, I really wanted to cut you but this’ll do.
I gotta pick up my daughter plus my baby mamma beeped me too.”
She said she understood then everything was kosher
I gave her a Lil’ Will CD, and a fuckin poster
It’s like that now

It’s like that now, you better go on
and get, the hump, up out your back now
It’s about four, or five, cats
off in my ‘Llac now
We just, shoot, game in the
form of story rap now (yeah)
It’s like that now, it’s like that now

Verse Two: Andre Benjamin

Now Suzy Skrew had a partna named Sasha (Sasha), Thumper (Thumper)
I remember her number like the summer
when her and Suzy yeah they threw a slumber – – party
but you can not call it that cause it was slummer
Well it was more like spend the night
Three in the morning yawnin dancin under street lights
We chillin like a villain and a nigga feelin right
in the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite
all of the bullshit we on our back starin at the stars above
(aww man) Talkin bout what we gonna be when we grow up
I said what you wanna be, she said, “Alive” (hmm)
It made me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes
I coulda died, time went on, I got grown
Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I came back home
to find lil Sasha was gone
Her mamma said she with a nigga that be treatin her wrong
I kept on singin my song and hopin at a show
that I would one day see her standin in the front row
But two weeks later she got found in the back of a school
With a needle in her arm, baby two months due, Sasha Thumper

It’s like that now, you better go on
and get, the hump, up out your back now
[Slick Rick] Yes… (Uncle Ricky!!)
It’s about four, or five, cats
off in my ‘Llac now
[Slick Rick] Yes… (Could you tell a story?)
We just, shoot, game in the
form of story rap now (yeah)
[Slick Rick] (Pleeeeeease?) Uh-huh
It’s like that now, it’s like that now
[Slick Rick] Herrrrrre we go…

Verse Three: Slick Rick

Throwing things, yelling in a mad high pitch
Here we go again with this psychopath bitch
The neighbors will hear you, you misfit
Can’t disagree with the bitch without this shit
The price we pay to fuck women
The most pretty bitch got the psycho shit within them
Stuck up, as soon as I pop up
But see me with a neck she wanna tear the fucking club up
Check her pants, and number confirming
Learned more and more they’re just shifty dumb vermins
And you know, probably get cussed if I backslip miss
while she busy trying to justify Hoochie the First
“Rick what would I want
with this small chain wearin muh-fucka trying to front?”
I oughta cut her off, let another sooth me
but I don’t know, ordinary bitch don’t move me
I mean, I tried to fall in love with a bittie
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D.W. Washburn, I heard a sweet voice say.
D.W. Washburn, this is your lucky day.
A hot bowl of soup is waitin’.
A hot bowl of soup and a shave.
D.W. Washburn, we picked you to say.

Can’t you hear the bugle call? Can’t you hear the bells?
Even you can be reborn, you naughty
If you don’t get out of that gutter,
before the next big rain.
D.W. Wahsburn, you’re gonna wash right down the drain.

Up, up, come on get up off your street.
If you can only make it from your hands to your knees,
I know you can make it to your feet. Wooah!
D.W. Washburn, I said to myself.
D.W. Washburn, why don’t you go save sombody else?

Well, I got no job to go to.
I don’t work and I don’t get paid.
I got a bottle of wine, I’m feelin’ fine.
And I believe I got it made.

I’d like to thank all you good people
for comin’ to my aid.
But I’m D.W. Washburn.
I do believe I got it made.

I do believe I got it made, don’t need nobody.
I do believe I got it made, I do believe I got it made.


or…


DW Washburn I heard a sweet voice say
DW Washburn this is your lucky day
A hot bowl of soup is waitin’
A hot bowl of soup and a shave…
DW Washburn…we picked you to SAVE (the whole thing is about the
Salvation Army finding some soul that they think needs saving….and the guy
is perfectly content as he is)

Can’t you hear the FLUGLE HORN?
Can’t you hear the band? (Also could be bells…certainly fits the music
here…but the band would refer to the Sal Army)
Even you can be reborn
You naughty n’er – do-well (an archaic term for a slacker)
Get up, get outta that gutter
Before the next big rain.
DW Washburn…you’re gonna wash right down the drain.

Up, up…c’mon get up (My kid’s favorite part of the song)
Get up off your street (has been written as “Seat” in other places, but
Micky is clearly saying “Street” …which works in context.)
If you can only make it from your hands to your knees,
I know you can make it to your feet..whooo


DW Washburn I said to myself (Character is going introspective here)
DW Washburn Why don’t you go save somebody else? (I.e. we picked you to
save, but DW doesn’t give a ****)
Well I got no job to go to
I don’t work and I don’t get paid
I got a bottle of wine
I’m feeling fine…….And I believe I’ got it made.

I’d like to thank all you good people
For coming to my aid, but I’m
DW Washburn
I do believe I got it made…..etc. to fade

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This shit is wicked on these mean streets
None of my friends speak
We’re all trying to win but then again
Maybe it’s for the best though ’cause when they’re seeing too much
You know they’re trying to get you touched
Whoever said illegal was the easy way out couldn’t understand the
mechanics
And the workings of the underworld granted
Nine to five is how to survive I ain’t trying to survive
I’m trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot
Life ills, poison my body
I used to say ‘fuck mic skills,’ and never prayed to God, I prayed to
Gotti
That’s right it’s wicked, that’s life I live it
Ain’t asking for forgiveness for my sins, endz
I break bread with the late heads, picking their brains for angles on
all the evils that the game’ll do
It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us
And now we’re lethal, infected with D’Evils…

We used to fight for building blocks
Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killing
The closest of friends when we first started
But grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew black-hearted
Thinking back when we first learned to use rubbers
He never learned so in turn I’m kidnapping his baby’s mother
My hand around her collar, feeding her cheese
She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties
About his whereabouts I wasn’t convinced
So I kept feeding her money ’til her shit started to make sense
Who could ever forsee, we used to stay up all night at slumber parties
now I’m trying to rock this bitch to sleep
All the years we were real close
Now I see his fears through her tears, know she’s wishing we were still
close
Don’t cry, it is the (beat?)
In time, I’ll take away your miseries and make ’em mine, D’Evils…

My flesh, no nigga could test
My soul is possessed by D’Evils in the form of diamonds and lexuses
The exorcist, got me doing skits like Homie
You don’t know me, but the whole world owe me
Strip!
Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fucking life
So now I’m down for whatever, ain’t nothing nice
Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly
But now this higher learning got the Remy in me
Liquors invaded my kidneys
Got me ready to lick off, mama forgive me
I can’t be held accountable, D’Evils beating me down, boo
Got me running with guys, making G’s, telling lies that sound true
Come test me, I never cower
For the love of money, son, I’m giving lead showers
Stop screaming, you know the demon said it’s best to die
And even if Jehovah witness, bet he’ll never testify, D’Evils…


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Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You don’t have to go oh oh oh oh oh
You don’t have to go oh oh oh oh oh
Baby please don’t go.

Ay ay ay ay ay ay
All those tears I cry ay ay ay ay ay
All those tears I cry ay ay ay ay ay
Baby please don’t go.

*CHORUS

When I read the letter you wrote, it made me mad mad mad
When I read the news that it brought me, t made me sad sad sad.
But I still love you so, I can’t let you go
I love you- ooh baby I love you.

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Every breath I take oh oh oh oh oh
Every move I make oh oh oh oh oh
Baby please don’t go.

Ay ay ay ay ay ay
You hurt me to my soul ay ay ay ay ay
You hurt me to my soul ay ay ay ay ay
Darling please don’t go.

CHORUS
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You don’t have to go oh oh oh oh oh
You don’t have to go oh oh oh oh oh
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Oh oh oh oh oh
You don’t have to go oh oh oh oh
You don’t have to go oh oh oh oh
You don’t have to go

Ay ay ay ay ay
All those tears I cry ay ay ay ay
Ooh those tears I cry ay ay
Baby please don’t go

When I read the letter you wrote me
It made me mad mad mad
When I read the words that it told me
It made me sad sad sad
I still love you so
I can’t let you go
I love you – ooh baby I love you

Oh oh oh oh oh
Every breath I take oh oh oh oh
Every move I make oh oh
Baby please don’t go Ay ay ay ay ay
It hurts me to my soul oh oh
It hurts me to my soul oh oh
Baby please don’t go

When I read the letter you sent me
You made me mad mad mad
When I read the news that it told me
It made me sad sad sad
I still love you so
I can’t let you go
I love you – ooh baby I love you

Oh you hurt me so
That’s a big no no
You shouldn’t hurt me

Oh oh oh oh oh
You don’t have to go oh oh oh oh
You don’t have to oh oh oh oh
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[Andre Benjamin]
Yea yea yea yeah yah yo
Baby did you hear that yea baby I heard it too
Look out the window golly the sky is electric blue
Mamma Earth is dyin and cryin because of you
Rainin cats and jackles all shackles disintegrate to residue
Silly mortals haven’t a clue
as to what the fuck is goin on
I’m on the telephone dialin the Dungeon
“Hello?” This Dre bring the MP and the SP
Meet me at the center of the earth and travel carefully
Baby grab the baby cause baby it ain’t much time
Mamma Earth is tossin and turnin and that’s our sign
Omega Nigga IFO’s are landin in Decatur
Hope I’m not over your head but if so you will catch on later
Play the track, guess she could not take it anymo’
Rapin her heavenly body like a hoe, coochie so’
from niggaz constantly fuckin her never lovin her never showin
appreciation bustin nuts in her face when they done
[Big Boi]
The sky is fallin nobody ballin they done gave back they guns
for some tickets to the playoffs but the Hornets they won
Nigga we SLUM, kept all the guns, I gotta protect my family
I drove the biggest thing at the house
cause I knew they’d try to ram me, but I’m stabbing
Makin a path on expressways, the best way I know how
Up in the sky, East-West, no clouds
Him comin now, fuck that money now, I ask my honey how
she feeling and is Jordan okay, yeah yeah she’s chillin
We should be in the Dungeon shortly
Ain’t nobody on they porch see
Approachin the final exit
I’m thinkin I see four horsies but I don’t though
Nigga you WON’T know, until it’s on ya
I put that on my dope boys from A-Town to California
All the weed smell like ammonia
but at the Dungeon I know they smokin
Writin the raps and doin the beats to make this last recording
Fuck abortion, I got in the booth to run the final portion
The beat was very dirty and the vocals had distor-TION *echoes*
{sung in a low voice over and over}
All’s well, nothing’s well
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[Trick Daddy](Trina)
Who’s bad? Who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s bad?
(Wait hold up)
Who’s bad?

[Trina]
I’m representin’ for the bitches
All eyes on your riches
No time for the little dicks
You see the bigger the dick
The bigger the bank, the bigger the Benz
The better the chance to get close to his rich friends
I’m going after the big man
G-string make his dick stand
Make it quick then slow head by the night stand
Like lightning I wanna nigga with a wedding ring
Bank accounts in the Philippines
Blank note to take everything
See I fuck him in the living room
While his children ain’t home
I make him eat it while my period on
A little nasty ho, red-bone but a classy ho
Young jazzy ho and don’t be scared
If you’re curious just ask me hoes
And yes dick sucking comes quite natural
I’m da baddest bitch what

[Trick Daddy](Trina)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(Shit I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?

[Trina](Trick Daddy)
See I hate hoes who take their niggas on talk shows and for hoes
(Y’all sold fool)
See if I’m ever crossed or ever caught up in the cross
And if it’s your fault ho, I’m going off ho
See I’m unemployed with no boss ho
While y’all sucking dick for free I’m broke off ho
See it pays to be the boss ho
Shit that’s how you floss hoes
X-rated elevated, buck naked
And I’d probably fuck your daddy if your nanny wasn’t there hatin’
Cause I’m da baddest bitch
I’m da baddest bitch what

[Trick Daddy](Trina)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(Shit I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(Shit I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?

[Trina]
I got game for you young hoes
Don’t grow to be a young ho
That’s a no-no
See if you off the chains
Stay ahead of the game, save up buy a condo
Sell the pussy by the grands
And in months you own a Benz
Another week a set of rims
See if I had the chance to be a virgin again
I’d be fucking by the time I’m ten
See y’alls ass is my motto
Dick sucking in the auto
Quick fucking ’bout to follow
On the back of the truck
Or when I’m dead ass drunk
But I don’t get high though
I never took it up the ass
Often tried but I pass
And from what I heard it ain’t bad
I’m a curious bitch who took off to get broke off
From the baby’s dad
Cause I’m da baddest bitch

[Trick Daddy](Trina)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(Shit I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(Shit I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(Shit I’m the baddest bitch)
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
Who’s bad? Who’s, who’s bad?
(That’s right I’m the baddest bitch)
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